Memoirs of the Extraordinary Military Career of John Shipp: Late a Lieut. in His Majesty's 87th RegimentShipp, John
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Memoirs of the Extraordinary Military Career of John Shipp: Late a Lieut. in His Majesty's 87th Regiment
Shipp, John
India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Biography; Shipp, John, 1784-1834
The moon had now risen high above the tops of Rumnah (a place where they
keep preserved game), when our guns re-opened, and more messengers of
destruction were sent to complete the work of death. Every hand employed
against the fort would willingly have carried these poor creatures the
cup of peace and the balm of comfort, rather than send them more woe;
but, notwithstanding these sympathetic feelings, there is a duty we owe
ourselves and our country. We were in honour bound to push the siege;
but this was our duty, not our inclination: nor is it true that
soldiers, inured to scenes of war, do not possess the nicer feelings of
the heart. The shelling again roared through their narrow streets, and
tore up their little dwellings by the roots, each hurling additional
victims into the gaping pile. About the hour of midnight, there seemed a
bustle and clashing of arms amongst the people in the fort, and I began
to think that they intended to give us leg; so I kept a good look-out. I
crept close to the edge of the ditch, and listened. I could hear voices,
but not distinctly what they said. I was observed from the fort, and
nearly paid dear for my peeping. Several shots were fired, one of which
struck close to my head. I moved my quarters to a more safe place; and,
from the neighing of horses, it was pretty evident to me that they were
on the bit: but, as I was no reservoir of news, I took good care to keep
my opinion to myself, until the thing became more certain. Five minutes
after, I saw some of them outside of the fort, on horseback, waiting to
assemble in force, before they attempted to break through our mounted
cavalry, which formed a chain of sentinels round this side. It was
imagined impossible that they could make their escape. I communicated
what I had seen to the commanding officer of the protecting party, who
had a hundred native men under his command, which would, in all
probability, have been sufficient to have stopped them; for, no doubt,
they did not intend to go empty-handed away, but laden with gold mohurs.
When I first communicated this intelligence to the officer on duty, he
politely said it was only fancy--they were no flinchers. I told him that
I could see them coming out; but he replied, sarcastically, "Then why
don't you go and stop them? I will tell you what, Shipp--you are never
easy unless your head is in the cannon's mouth." At the first part of
this reproof I got terribly nettled, and warmly replied, "Had I your
means, Captain Brewer (alluding to the men under his command), I would
stop them; but, as my men have only their pickaxes and shovels, it would
be an act of pure madness to attempt such a thing; though it is by no
means clear to me that I could not even stay their flight with these
poor means." At this he instantly flew into a rage, and said, "Pray,
Sir, what do you mean to insinuate by what you have this moment given
utterance to?"--"My dear Brewer," said I, "you know I am as poor as the
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